1. Headaches are nothing new to him. In fact, he's seeing doctors and specialists about it, to see if he has a migraine disorder or some form of brain cancer.
Therefore, when he finds himself unable to sleep and with a dull pain behind his eyes, he's not surprised, mostly annoyed. Although usually his headaches don't make his phone glow. He grabs the aggravating source of light in an attempt to turn the damn thing off already, but he finds himself clicking on the strange app and inputting a name before he can make sense of what it happening, almost as if someone else was guiding his hand...
Futomimi: Why the heck would I name myself "big ears"? This isn't funny.
2. The terror of tearing out his own heart with his bare hands and the unsettling, wildly erotic thrill of seeing blood gush forth from the hole of his chest as his heart flatlined quickly turn to cold determination. He knows what he has to do. He knows it like he was born for this role.
He swiftly takes three steps back and grabs a low brand of the nearest tree to climb to safety.
Attention all combattants, he broadcasts as far and wide as his telepathy will allow. Hostile detected in the central alley of the orchard west from the Facilities building, heading south toward Science Faculty building. Hostile unlikely to be alone. Lots of teeth. Bring weapons.
3. He has not left his room in three days. His only activities have been sitting in the shower under the spray, lying in bed wide awake, and watching the flow of conversations on that thrice cursed app on his phone. Outside, the world continues its rat race as if nothing had changed. But inside his head, everything has changed.
Everything has changed and nothing makes sense.
Exhaustion is wearing his resolve thin, and, as he types his question to the chat, he feels like he is watching his body type from outside his own body.
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Therefore, when he finds himself unable to sleep and with a dull pain behind his eyes, he's not surprised, mostly annoyed. Although usually his headaches don't make his phone glow. He grabs the aggravating source of light in an attempt to turn the damn thing off already, but he finds himself clicking on the strange app and inputting a name before he can make sense of what it happening, almost as if someone else was guiding his hand...
Futomimi: Why the heck would I name myself "big ears"? This isn't funny.
2. The terror of tearing out his own heart with his bare hands and the unsettling, wildly erotic thrill of seeing blood gush forth from the hole of his chest as his heart flatlined quickly turn to cold determination. He knows what he has to do. He knows it like he was born for this role.
He swiftly takes three steps back and grabs a low brand of the nearest tree to climb to safety.
Attention all combattants, he broadcasts as far and wide as his telepathy will allow. Hostile detected in the central alley of the orchard west from the Facilities building, heading south toward Science Faculty building. Hostile unlikely to be alone. Lots of teeth. Bring weapons.
3. He has not left his room in three days. His only activities have been sitting in the shower under the spray, lying in bed wide awake, and watching the flow of conversations on that thrice cursed app on his phone. Outside, the world continues its rat race as if nothing had changed. But inside his head, everything has changed.
Everything has changed and nothing makes sense.
Exhaustion is wearing his resolve thin, and, as he types his question to the chat, he feels like he is watching his body type from outside his own body.
Does anyone else remember being two people?